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Perseus Jackson. Savior of Olympus. Slayer of Titans and Giants. One of the Seven of the Second Great Prophecy. Honored by both the Greeks and Romans as the greatest demigod of all time. Offered immortality, twice, and declined both times for the most humble of reasons. All of these titles and accomplishments meant nothing to the young man as he stared blankly down at the ground. The crashing of water all around him didn't distract him. Neither did the cliff only inches from where his feet were standing, leading to a plummet of 3000 feet. No person could survive a fall from where he was, and only a few of the most insane and brave people in the world would have the guts to even stand where he was.

Percy let out a sigh. The wind blew his long, unkempt hair, revealing his iconic sea green eyes which, in a previous life, inspired fear on the battlefield and hope in his allies at camp. Camp, he thought bitterly. I highly doubt anyone there remembers me anymore. Not after him. He sighed again and ran a hand through his disheveled hair. It's not like it'll matter anymore. Soon enough I won't even be in this world anymore. At least I'll be able to see some of my dead friends. It'll be nice catching up with them. He chuckled mirthlessly. I wonder how they'll react when I tell them what happened.

If the legendary demigod decided to fall to his death right now, he'd be sorely disappointed. After all, the moment he hit the water, his son of Poseidon powers would immediately kick in, curing him of all injuries instantly. Percy knew this of course, so the only way to finally get away from his world was to relinquish his title as a demigod and become a normal human.

Now, doing so was ridiculously hard. If every demigod could do it, many would've done so immediately to live a normal life, not one where monsters from myths are a constant threat and gods could literally smite you for just mocking how they act. The only way to do so was to get the permission of one of 13 past or current Olympian gods, who would then give the recipient a long string of words to recite. Percy silently thanked Chaos (he no longer thanked the gods after what they had done to him) that the rule made it so he could ask a past Olympian, as the goddess of the hearth was the only one who truly understood his suffering. As he took out the crumpled piece of paper that contained the words he needed to finally be free of the mess that was the Greek parthenon, Percy couldn't help but to think back of what happened that fateful day, when he went to Hestia to ask to die.

A lone figure, dressed in black, approached the middle of the gargantuan room. Each step taken produced a loud, echoing noise that seemed like it could be heard from miles away. The room was empty, each one of the twelve massive thrones, way too big for any human to reasonably sit in them, were completely deserted. The only sign of life was the little hearth in the center of the room, barely giving off any light in it's weakened and fragile state, which was being tended by a young girl, no older than eight.

"I see you have come, Perseus Jackson." The black figure stopped a couple meters in front of the hearth, and kneeled down in a bow.

"Lady Hestia."

"Please Perseus, just Hestia. I think we both know each other well enough to be on a first name basis."

"You don't even have a last name Hestia, just a title." The mentioned goddess perked up, expecting to see some sort of mirth in the eyes of the former hero of Olympus, yet when she met his eyes, all she saw was pain and sorrow.

"Why are you here Perseus? Last I heard you were hiding, far away from any of our sights. Before you came here, no one knew your whereabouts, not even Artemis and her hunters." Hestia asked the demigod.

"That's because I hid."

Hestia arched her eyebrow. "And how may I ask did you hide from the most elite of all trackers in the entire world?"

Percy smiled, this time with a bit of humor. "I have my ways, and a magician never tells the audience his tricks."

The eldest goddess rolled her eyes, but internally she felt joy. Joy that Percy wasn't just suffering, and that he could eventually return to his previous state. Before he came.

"Anyways," The sound of the son of Poseidon's voice broke Hestia out of her thoughts. "I didn't just come here to drop by and have a nice little conversation with you aunt, although that would be kind of nice. There is a reason for all of this." The goddess of the hearth nodded. She was expecting this. Percy had been gone for months, and he left no trace of where he was. There would be no reason for him to come all the way to the home of the gods if he wanted to stay as far away as possible from them, unless he needed help.

"What would that reason be then, nephew?" Hestia questioned.

Percy cleared his throat. "I need your permission to relinquish my title as a demigod," he said seriously, staring straight into the hearth goddess' eyes the entire time he spoke.

Hestia blinked, once, then twice. "WHAT? Perseus, are you out of your mind?" She shouted. Realizing she could come across as rude, the goddess quickly reigned in her emotions and used a more calm tone. "Why? I mean, I know that you no longer care much about the gods and their children, but by giving up being a demigod you're no longer connected to the Greek parthenon at all. You'll lose your connection and powers with the sea, no longer will be able to see through the Mist or communicate with anyone you've known for the past 6 years ever again," she said, still majorly in shock.

"I fully understand that, and I am willing to no longer live in this world. It would be better for everyone if I could do so. I would be able to experience all that the world has to offer, yet wouldn't need constantly be alert. I could live a normal life." The son of the sea god stared distantly into the empty space surrounding the two. "It would be better for camp and my friends as well. After all they don't seem to miss me.

You're the only one who understands Hestia. Not my father, nor my 'friends', and definitely not the rest of the gods." He spat with disgust. The mentioned goddess bowed her head in shame, it was true that the gods had a very large part in the son of the sea god's grief. And now, Olympus would pay the price of losing its most valuable and powerful asset ever.

"I do understand Perseus, which is why I will allow you to relinquish your title." The mentioned demigod looked up in surprise. He wasn't expecting Hestia to give in so easily. However, Percy knew when he looked into the goddess' eyes that she desperately wanted him not do this. He felt a pang in the heart. Hestia was one of the reasons it had taken so long for him to get rid of his title. She was the only one of the gods who protested against persecuting the demigod, and gave him a warning when he was about to be suddenly attacked. The eldest goddess was the only reason he was still alive, and yet, he was about to leave her forever.

Percy suddenly got hit with a wave of guilt. Even though he was betrayed, he was still camp's most powerful demigod. Some of the people in camp, although few, still did not believe Percy deserved what punishments he received. And if the truth ever got confirmed, then he would be leaving behind the people who he had risked his life fighting with for the rest of his life.

A sudden warmth on his chest startled the young man out of his thoughts. As he looked down, he saw Hestia, who had moved from the hearth to where he was standing, embracing him. And for those brief, fleeting moments, Percy finally felt at ease with the world.

After a minute had passed, Hestia stepped away from the embrace. Percy still felt the calmness washing over him, albeit at a lesser extent. The goddess summoned a pen and a piece of paper from thin air and quickly wrote down a couple words. She then handed the piece of paper to the demigod, who quickly saw it was in ancient greek. "Read this aloud, and you will finally be granted your wish." She locked onto Perseus' sea green eyes with her own warm brown ones. "Please make sure you are 100% sure you want to do this."

Percy stood up and started to walk away from the throne room. "I am sure, and nothing will change that."

The young man atop the waterfall shook his head, breaking his thoughts. He looked down at the paper in front of him, and all at once, emotions started flowing through him. Happiness, sadness, guilt, anger, fear, excitement. All were present at the moment. But Percy had already made his decision, and he wouldn't let emotions get to him.

Here we go the demigod thought. He cleared his throat and began to recite the words in ancient greek. [I, Perseus Jackson, son of the sea god Poseidon, hereby relinquish my title as a demigod, and as a son of a god. By the power of the lady Hestia, I will no longer be associated with the Greek gods any longer. I swear by the Styx, and to Chaos, that this decision is final, and I understand that there is no going back.]

The moment he said the last word, a loud clap of thunder shook Percy down to his bones. He looked up and saw the day was still as bright as ever, with no cloud in sight. Suddenly, he could feel a tug in his body. His bond with water was breaking. For a second, Percy hesitated, and uncertainty washed over him. Was this the best idea? He thought, still briefly clinging to his Greek heritage. But then he remembered, what the gods and his camps members, his family, did to him, and he let go. Let go of all that his life had been for the past 6 years. And as suddenly as it came, the tug ceased. Percy Jackson was no longer a demigod.